Devious Bloggery

Hell is in the middle of the earth…mingling of high and low becomes manifest

God must needs to take a piss now and again, amirite?
No thing can be held forever.
Not even a thing that exists before biology.
(cf. Big Bang, “boom!”)
Does God stand or squat?
Does God suffer stage fright and, if so, who or what shares the righteous restroom of the Creator?
Does God wash up afterwards? Why bother?
Does God’s eternal love extend to constipation?
There is a difficulty in this language, the passing of this discussion.
How divine would be the UTI of God? And would any amount of cranberry juice assist? Would God require our prayers to help ease the pain?
Does God read the paper or a housekeeping magazine, check Twitter, or just stare straight ahead with bright, holy eyethings?
Does God use a match or something like Febreze? Or is God so bold as to say, “I AM THAT I AM SOMETIMES STINKY.”
Does God mind that we’re considering God’s bathroom habits?
If “Yes”, check here:______ and tell us why.
If “No”, check here:______ and tell us why.

#poem #poetry #writing #your mystical urinal